October 22nd, 2005
To A Portrait
A pensive photograph
Watches me from the shelf–
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes
Watch me and love me yet–
Sad home of memories,
Her waiting eyes!
Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,
Return: though all the pain
Of all once loved, long lost,
Come back again.
Forget not, but forgive!
Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live,
And lost it, she and I.
-Arthur Symons
Tags: memories, Arthur Symons, poetry, love, ghost
Sujata says:
I particularly liked the last para. How she goes on performing her usual chores without even having an inkling, there’s someone giving up his life for her.
October 28th, 2005 at 08:40 am
Kunal Goel says:
you have commented on the song poem Sujata.
October 28th, 2005 at 02:08 pm
Ravi says:
good one! keep it up
October 29th, 2005 at 01:39 pm
chetna says:
This was awesome kunal….
November 20th, 2005 at 01:40 pm
Neha says:
sigh… it riminds me of someone i dont want to be reminded of
March 18th, 2006 at 02:50 pm